Cece’s Game – Chapter Four – Into the Woods

Cece’s Game – Chapter Four – Into the WoodsThree occupants made the cab of Jason’s truck crowded.Jason said he knew a spot out by a nearby lake that would be secluded and deserted on a Saturday night. And for what it was worth, he’d been correct. The place was an empty cul de sac at the end of a long dirt road. There probably wasn’t another soul out for miles.Especially not on a night like this. Rain was coming down in sheets, limiting visibility and making the going muddy and rough once they hit the unpaved part of the journey. Thank goodness for Jason’s 4×4 pickup.Thank goodness and not, as the case may be. As good as it was at handling the rough trail, it was also cramped in the single bench seat. Jason drove of course, but somehow Martin had gotten stuck with the middle position. So he’d gone the whole way with his legs straddling the shift and his feet twisted into a position that went from uncomfortable to annoying to downright painful.So he was very nearly overjoyed when the 45-minute journey finally came to an end.The truck came to a stop at a place Martin didn’t recognize, a strange little cul-de-sac at the end of a gravel road out in the middle of nowhere. He had the sense that the lake was somewhere nearby, but beyond that he was completely lost.However, he got the sense that Jason knew exactly where they were. And more than that, he suspected Cece knew where they were as well. Had they been there before, the two of them? Whatever they had in store, had his wife and her lover already done it?He didn’t have much time to think about it. No sooner had the truck stopped than Jason killed the engine and twisted the key around to keep the CD player going. It softly purred some rockabilly tune Martin didn’t recognize.Jason opened his door and slid out. He made a mock bow that looked like something straight out of a costume drama, his arm waving in the air and then beckoning Cece to climb out after him. Which she did, climbing awkwardly over her husband rather than just taking the short route through the passenger side door. She seemed to linger a little longer than strictly necessary when her ass was pressing down on Martin’s crotch. But otherwise she managed it reasonably well.She slipped slightly on the step out of the cab, but Jason caught her before she could go sprawling into the mud. He held her in his arms for a few seconds, just long enough to kiss her, whisper something in her ear, and then kiss her again (the second time longer than the first). Then to Martin’s surprise, Cece wandered off into the dark downpour. And Jason got back into the truck, slamming the door behind him.Though he had been outside only briefly, Jason’s clothes were thoroughly drenched. The rain was coming down even harder than earlier. “Damn,” he swore under his breath. Then he reached under the seat and produced a bottle of Corona. He popped off the cap and brought the lip to his lips with one smooth motion, draining around half the bottle at one draw.He leaned back in the seat (at least as far as the straight-backed bench would let him recline) and looked over at Martin. Grinning, he said “This oughta be good.” He gestured with the beer bottle to the front of the car.There stood Cece, illuminated in the headlights. The wipers were set on intermittent, so for an instant she was clearly visible. Or at least somewhat clearly, as the rain made everything more than a few feet away misty and vague. Then the water would cloud the windshield, turning Martin’s wife into a blur of color and headlight glow until the wiper once again dragged across the glass.Jason reached forward to the dashboard and gave the volume knob on the CD player a hard twist. Suddenly the whole cab – seemingly the whole world – was consumed by the opening notes of Bob Seger’s “Come to Poppa.” Again he leaned back and took another drag from the bottle.Out in front of the truck Cece began to sway back and forth. She raised her arms above her head and rocked her hips in time to the music. Was it really so loud that she could hear it above the racket of the rain? Apparently.Slowly her hands drifted down to her chest, where she began unbuttoning her blouse. As the buttons came undone, she continued to sway back and forth. Martin thought her movements looked ever so slightly out of control, as if she was too intoxicated to keep from staggering just a bit. No big surprise there, considering the amount of alcohol she and her boyfriend had consumed before they left and on the ride there. Thank goodness they hadn’t gotten pulled over.Now her shirt was completely undone. She pulled the loose flaps of cloth over her chest in a sexy mockery of modesty. Then she spun around to face away from the truck. A drunken-smooth motion pulled the shirt from her back. The sleeves caught on her elbows just briefly, forcing her into a brief wrestling match with the damp fabric. When it came free, she raised one arm over her head and twirled the shirt like a lasso. She turned back around, her twirling motion making her boobs sway back and forth (helped by the jutting shift of her shoulders).Cece let go of her shirt. It went flying off into the darkness. Good thing it was a cheap buy, Martin thought. They’d never find it in this downpour.Her jeans were the next to go. She unbuttoned them and then slid out of them with a series of jerky pelvic thrusts that started on stage right. By the time she reached the far side of the headlights’ illumination, the denim was a pile around her ankles. A quick hop shook her free, leaving the jeans behind in the mud.She crossed back over to the center of the “stage” with sort of a prance walk that reminded Martin of a dance move from Flashdance. The mental image made him smile. He stole a brief glance over at the other man to see if he thought it was funny too. Jason was grinning, but there wasn’t much mirth in his smile. No, that smirk was pure lust. If the facial expression alone wasn’t enough, the right hand slowly stroking the crotch of his pants was a dead give-away.Back out front, Cece had once again turned her back to the men. Now it was the bra’s turn to be twirled above her head and then tossed away. This maneuver differed from the shirt in that Cece was still facing away from the truck, so the swaying of her tits was entertaining only the dark, empty woods. And by a stroke of good luck, the bra randomly turned up on the hood of the truck. Martin breathed a small sigh of relief. Unlike the shirt, the sheer, black bra had been expensive.As she pivoted around, she gathered her breasts up into her arms, concealing her nipples. She smiled a big, naughty grin as she slid her hands away. Of course Martin had seen his wife topless on countless occasions, and for that matter Jason had already seen her boobs as well. But something about this strip tease made the revelation seem new and startling to Martin.Cece shook her shoulders back and forth again, her large breasts flailing wildly in front of konak escort her. Then she grabbed them once again in both hands. Only this time instead of hiding her nipples demurely in her palms, she grabbed them both with the tips of her fingers. She pinched and twisted, a move that looked at least a little like someone changing stations on an old radio. The move struck Martin as simultaneously silly and sexy. Then sexy won out, as Cece pinched herself hard enough to make her grimace with what had to be a mixture of pain and pleasure.With one hand still pinching and twisting on a nipple, she slid the other down between her legs and began stroking herself. At first she did it outside her panties, rubbing up and down on the sheer black cloth of the thong she was wearing. But then she pushed her fingers inside the damp fabric and applied her pressure directly to the soft skin underneath. She continued to sway back and forth to the music (Seger having given way to Nine Inch Nails’ “Closer”) as she did it.She closed her eyes and moaned (inaudibly from the music-filled cab of the truck) as she worked herself. It was hard to say for certain thanks to distance and rain blur, but it looked like she was sliding at least one finger up inside. Maybe two. Then she opened her eyes and looked straight into the light. She moaned another time or two and then appeared to be saying something. She was doing big, theatrical lip movements, as if she knew the men couldn’t actually hear her but she wanted them to know what she was saying nonetheless. And it looked for all the world like she was repeating the word “Wet” over and over again.Apropos, Martin thought. He stole another glance over at the other man. Jason now had his pants partially undone. His hand was crammed inside the waistband of his shorts. Obviously he had his hand wrapped around his cock, and every stroke of Cece’s hand found its mirror in Jason’s motions.Again Cece pivoted and turned her back to the truck. She bent over, and down came her panties. The angle gave the men a perfect view of her ass riding high and her pussy underneath. She shook her ass back and forth, practically begging the men to join her out in the rain.Jason decided to oblige. He opened the door on his side and slid out into the rain. He very nearly fell face forward into the mud, his clumsiness due in part to his drunken state and in part to the fact that his loosened pants had fallen down around his knees and tripped him up. But he managed to right himself at the last second. With another drunken stagger he slammed the truck door shut, killing the dome light and plunging Martin once again into darkness.The door slamming seemed like it made a noise as loud as a clap of thunder, but out in front of the truck Cece seemed not to hear at all. She had broken back into her Flashdance strut, which she was now doing back and forth in the headlights, completely stark naked, her limbs and boobs flailing this way and that as she pranced.Martin suddenly realized three things simultaneously. First, he was at least as drunk as his wife and her lover. Second, her lover wasn’t in the cab of the truck anymore. Third, he was rock hard. So erect that it was actually somewhat painful straining against his pants. Still, he resisted the temptation to whip it out and give himself some relief. It wouldn’t pay to come this early in the game. No, that wouldn’t do at all.And speaking of the game, it had progressed a bit by the time Martin turned his attention back to the front of the truck.Cece had stopped her dance and stuck a pose that seemed at once demure and slutty. It was demure because she was standing with her hips slightly cocked and her arms crossed in front of her chest, slutty because of course she was naked – making no attempt at all to cover her soft triangle of pubic hair – and upon closer inspection the hands covering her boobs weren’t concealing as much as gently tugging at her nipples.For his part, Jason was in the process of disrobing. He shucked his shirt first, an act that was of little use to Martin. He was waiting for the main attraction, a good look at the monstrous cock that was driving his wife so wild.Jason unbuckled. He unzipped. His jeans slid away.He was wearing a jock strap. Cece actually laughed with delight. She had a thing for jock straps.He hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband and slowly, ever so slowly, slid the strap down. His erection emerged inch by inch, taking forever to free itself from the confining white cloth.The strap slipped past the head. Jason’s cock sprung free and snapped to full, erect attention.Martin gasped. He couldn’t help himself. That truly was one humongous cock.Jason turned toward the truck, lewdly displaying his enormous manhood. Cece slipped in behind him, reached around and started stroking him. Martin marveled at how small her hand looked wrapped around his shaft. She didn’t even cover half of him.Suddenly he twisted around in her arms, now facing away from Martin. For a few brief seconds Jason grabbed Cece and kissed her deeply. But then he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her roughly down to her knees in front of him.Martin assumed this was a blow job commencing, but of course all he could really see in the rain from his angle was Jason’s back and ass. No fair, he thought to himself. If she’s gonna suck that, I want to be able to see it.For better or worse, the point was quickly moot. Cece got back up, and from her body language and hand gestures Martin inferred that his wife didn’t like kneeling in the gravel. Jason made a second attempt to push her down, but it was half-hearted and she evaded it easily. As a consolation, she wrapped her arms around him and crammed her tongue into his mouth.As they made out, Martin became suddenly clearly aware of the situation. Cece really wanted this guy. It wasn’t just another silly strip-for-the-pizza-guy stunt. When she said she was lusting for his cock, she wasn’t k**ding. There she was, completely naked with the man. They were both right out there in the open without a stitch of clothing. And by the looks of things, they were about to get up to something seriously nasty.Glancing down at his crotch, Martin was somewhat surprised to notice that he was stroking himself through his pants. He hadn’t noticed his hand going where it currently was.When he looked back up, he saw that the headlights were now shining out on nothing but rain and darkness. Where had they …?A sudden knock on the passenger side window gave him a start. Cece’s face was illuminated by the dim light from the dashboard. She made the “roll down the window” hand gesture. He scooted over and obliged.“The horse and I are going to the woods to fuck like a****ls,” she purred. “You just wait here for us until we’re done.”Then she turned to Jason. “Come and get it!” she giggled. Then she dashed off into the rain.Jason made to follow, but then turned back.“I just konak escort bayan wanted you to know that I’m going to get off inside her this time,” he said, smiling a big, drunken, wicked smile. “That’s how I claim a woman. I fuck her til she begs for it. Then I shoot my load into her. After that she’s mine. And your wife has been begging for it. Ever since she sucked a load out of my dick and swallowed it down, she’s wanted me again. And after I told her what it meant if I came inside her, she said the next time we did it she wanted my come in her pussy.”Jason grabbed his huge cock and jerked it forward, almost brandishing it at Martin. “So tonight I’m gonna shove this bad boy into her.” He began to thrust his hips back and forth, stroking himself in the process. His cock rose to the attention, growing even bigger as Jason masturbated while Martin watched. “I’m gonna fuck the hell out of her until she comes so hard she begs for mercy. Then I’m gonna pump her full of my jiz.” He thrust his hips forward and his hand down to the base of his cock, shaking it lewdly back and forth. “As soon as I put my sperm in her pussy, your slut wife belongs to me.”And with that he turned and walked to the edge of the woods where Cece, naked and wet, stood waiting for him. Together, hand in hand, they vanished into the underbrush.Martin checked the dashboard clock for what had to have been the ten thousandth time. He watched as the numbers flicked from 12:03 to 12:04. His wife and her lover had disappeared into the woods almost exactly five minutes earlier. And for Martin it had been five minutes of agonizing indecision.Should he stay put? The rain was coming down even harder than before, so at the very least he’d get soaked. There was a chance he would end up lost in the woods, which would be a messy new element to the game. And to the extent that the game had rules, one of them appeared to be that he was supposed to do what Cece and Jason told him to do. And she told him to stay in the truck.On the other hand, he passionately, desperately wanted to watch the other man fuck his wife. At first the voice inside his head whispering “play along, they’ll let you watch eventually” kept him glued to the seat. But as the numbers changed and changed again on the dashboard clock, the whispering began to give way to another voice, a voice that chanted I want to see I want to see I want to see.“I want to see,” Martin said aloud to nobody but himself.He opened the door and stumbled into the soaking darkness.When he first reached the edge of the woods, he momentarily had absolutely no idea where to go. There was no trail they could have followed, nothing at all to indicate how he might follow them.But then he heard something. At first the sound was hard to make out under the hissing roar of the downpour. But as he got used to the rain and his mind began to filter it out, the other noise became more distinct. Indeed, it turned out to be two noises. One was a low-pitched grunting, and the other was a slightly higher moaning.Close by. Had to be.Martin walked forward into the underbrush.Only 30 feet or so into the woods, the brush suddenly gave way to a clearing. Martin almost walked right out into the open before catching himself and backtracking a quick step. The storm brought a profound darkness to the forest, but he’d been away from the lights of the truck long enough to allow his eyes to adjust as best they could to the blackness. He could make out big dark shapes that were a fraction darker than the surrounding woods. It wasn’t a clear picture, but it was a picture nonetheless.Lightning flashed in the distance. The clearing was briefly lit by illumination blinding in comparison to the darkness. In the brief flicker, Martin got a much better sense of the scene in front of him. The clearing was small, no more than 15 feet across. It was carpeted by some kind of leafy plant. He briefly hoped that it wasn’t poison ivy, but then of course figured that it probably wasn’t, that it was too late in any event, and that the concern seemed trivial in light of what he’d glimpsed in the lightning flash.Cece was flat on her back in the middle of the clearing, no blanket or anything, her bare skin pressed against a mat of weeds and mud. Jason was on top of her, giving her what looked like the screwing of her life.Every once in awhile a distant flash would provide a little light. But for the most part Martin’s view was limited to indistinct, dark shapes coupling on the ground in front of him, their movement the only thing that made them distinguishable from their surroundings. But he could see enough – and oh most certainly hear enough – to be able to tell exactly what was going on.He kept thrusting into her over and over. When Cece and Martin had talked about the Jason-screwing experience, she’d described him as “hung like a horse.” And it was that image that came to mind now. Though it was the horse riding the rider, it was still nothing but pure, raw, a****l lust. There was nothing at all human about the coupling that was going on in the mud before him. Indeed, coupling wasn’t even the word for it. Screwing, getting it on, even fucking was inadequate. This was mating, pure and simple.They kept it up for what seemed like forever. It was astounding that he could keep pounding her like that. No change of position. No pause for a breather. Not even so much as a rhythm change. He just kept rocking his hips back and then thrusting in over and over and over again.Watching the act became an almost meditative experience. As he looked on, Martin’s mind slipped into a mantra of sorts. He’s mating with her, he thought over and over. Then he’d skip a groove and reverse it: she’s mating with him. Then he’d combine and simplify: they’re mating.Deep in the back of his mind images floated here and there. He thought about ichthyologists referring to male sharks’ sexual organs as “claspers,” because once inserted they held the two fish together while they mated. He thought about the time in junior high when two dogs had started mating on the blacktop outside the school. They completely ignored all the commotion this caused in the classrooms. They even ignored the janitor when he went out and yelled at them. The poor guy finally had to fetch a bucket of cold mop water and throw it on them before they uncoupled and ran away.He’s mating with her. He’s mating with her. She’s mating with him. She’s mating with him. They’re mating. They’re mating. They’re mating.Cece started to come. She let out long, wailing moans, a****l-like, suitable to the occasion. The part of Martin’s brain that was trying to consider this dispassionately made a brief observation that technically the female orgasm served no purpose in the mating process. The scene before him proved what a lie that was. Cece’s legs flailed in the air and her fingers dug into Jason’s back as she came over and over again. This, Martin escort konak thought, was the very essence of mating: to surrender yourself so completely to what someone else is doing to you that your whole existence is consumed by that one act.He’s mating with her. He’s mating with her. She’s mating with him. She’s mating with him. They’re mating. They’re mating. They’re mating.For his part Jason soldiered relentlessly on, not breaking his stride in the slightest when he drove his partner over the edge. In making love or having sex or even fucking there would be a pause here. Even if Cece wanted to keep coming, the proper thing to do would be to let her catch her breath before going at her anew. But Jason was as consumed by his a****l needs as she was by hers. He just kept plunging into her again and again. He’s mating with her. He’s mating with her. She’s mating with him. She’s mating with him. They’re mating. They’re mating. They’re mating.Now Cece had a mantra of her own going. Between the gasps and moans of what must by now be at least five or six orgasms – and big ones at that – she would occasionally hiss out “Give it to me!” For a minute or so it was random, but then she settled down into a rhythm, repeating the plea over and over. Martin worked it into his own rhythm.He’s mating with her. He’s mating with her. “Give it to me!” She’s mating with him. She’s mating with him. “Give it to me!” They’re mating. They’re mating. They’re mating. “Give it to me!”Martin looked down. Without even knowing he was doing it, he’d unzipped himself and started playing with his cock.Jason’s rhythm broke. He shoved two or three times even faster and even harder than he was. Sensing the change, Cece hit what had to be her biggest orgasm yet. She screamed, “Come on you motherfucker! Fucking come in me!”“You know what that is, don’t you?”“Yes! Oh yes!”“Tell me. Let me hear you say it.”“Yes, Jason! Yes, Jason! Oh please, baby! Come in my pussy. Give me a big load of your semen. Come in me and make me yours!”“That’s right. That pussy is mine after I shoot my jiz into it. You want that, you fucking slut?”“Yes! Yes, damn it! My pussy’s all yooo” and here she came again “ooours! Put your jiz in me! Claim me, Jason! Claim me, Jason! Claiiiiii…”And with that he did. He thrust in hard all the way to the base of his enormous cock. His whole body shook as he pumped. Martin suddenly had a vision straight out of a high school biology lecture. He saw Jason’s body deep inside Cece’s. He could practically see a diagram of his penis in her canal, the head shoved hard against the wall of her uterus. He saw the come flowing up through his cock and squirting out into her receptacle. Martin imagined the microscopic level, thousands upon thousands of flailing sperm turned loose to swim away inside her dark wetness.With the sticky white fluid splattering all over the place deep inside her, he was claiming his partner.That partner is my wife, Martin thought. Then his mind became a jumble of mating mating mating mating as he let go and squirted come all over the grass at his feet.By the time Cece and Jason managed to stagger back to the truck, Martin was back in his seat trying his best to look like he’d been there the whole time. If either of them noticed that he was dripping wet, they didn’t say anything.They managed to locate most of their clothes. Her shirt was nowhere to be found, but Jason dug one of his old shirts out from behind the seat in the truck. It smelled of oil, aftershave and sweat, but at least it was dry. In exchange, she gave him her bra as a souvenir. Somehow he managed to struggle back into his pants, but she gave up on the damp cloth and settled for concealing herself only in the folds of his large shirt.As Martin was closer to sober than either of the other two, he drove home. Cece sat next to him, and Jason leaned up against the door on the passenger side. Nobody said anything. After a few minutes, Jason fell asleep.Shortly after Jason started to snore, Martin felt Cece’s hand on his arm. She patted him affectionately a time or two, as she often did when they were driving together. Then she slid down and clasped his hand in hers, tugging it away from the steering wheel.For a minute or two she just held his hand tight. Then she placed it on her thigh and let go.She pulled the folds of Jason’s shirt away, revealing her nakedness underneath.Then she guided Martin’s hand down between her legs. She grasped his fingers and guided them between her lips.She was soft and warm and still very, very wet. Her pussy was a squishy mess of her own wetness and what felt like the remains of Jason’s contribution. Martin was amazed at how much of the sticky semen seemed to be left inside his wife.Cece guided his fingers up to her clit and then – her hand over his – began a slow stroking motion. Every once in awhile she would let out a soft moan, not loud enough to wake Jason but enough to let Martin know that she was enjoying what he was doing. He didn’t imagine that she’d come from it – how could she ever come again after the number of orgasms she’d had? – but clearly she was enjoying the attention.The two of them kept it up until they reached the city limits and Martin once again needed his hand to drive.They left Jason sleeping in his truck, assuming (correctly, as it turned out) that once he woke up that he’d be sufficiently sober to drive himself home.The sex that followed was calm and affectionate. They did it in the missionary position, kissing and nuzzling. But as they fucked, Martin kept noting over and over that Cece’s pussy felt different. Normally she gripped tight around his shaft, but now she felt soft and loose. Part of it had to have been all the wetness from what they were doing combined with what was left over from earlier. But Martin couldn’t help but feel that Jason had stretched Cece out with his enormous tool.Martin found he liked that feeling. He liked it a lot.After awhile Cece moaned a time or two. Then, to Martin’s surprise, she asked a question.“You watched, didn’t you?”Martin paused in his thrusting, and for a second he considered lying. After all, his voyeurism had at least sort of violated the rules of the game. But as aroused and exhausted as he was, he was afraid he wouldn’t get away with it. Besides, he didn’t like being dishonest with his wife.“Yes.”“Keep fucking me. There, that’s better. Yeah, I thought I heard some rustling in the underbrush, though it was hard to tell with all the rain. I’m just glad it wasn’t a wild a****l or something.”“Nope, you two were the only wild a****ls in the woods.” They both laughed.“Well, what did you think? Did you like watching him fuck me?”“I loved it.”They continued to screw quietly for a couple of minutes.“I saw him tell you something at the truck before he joined me in the woods. What did he say?”“Well, uh, he, ah …”“He told you his claiming thing, didn’t he? He told you he was going to claim me by coming in my pussy.”“Yes.”“And in the woods, you must have heard …”“Yes, I heard you tell him to do it.”“What did you think of … oh!”Martin suddenly hit orgasm. After the earth-shaker he had in the woods, he was surprised that he could have another one at all, let alone one as big as this.